Song Yun sat there, thoughtfully looking at the plane ticket in his hand. Logically, after check-in was completed, the airport's higher-ups should have been informed of his arrival, and the record of his ticket purchase would have undoubtedly been passed to the person in charge at the first opportunity.
But now, more than twenty minutes had passed; why had no one come looking for him?
Could it be that his presence as Chairman was really that inconsequential?
"Husband, are you looking at that woman in the lounge?"
Ye Qingqing watched as Song Yun's gaze wandered around, and she turned his face to hers, staring intently. Her pouted lips could have hung a teapot.
"Not at all, I'm just curious about how you upper-class folks wait for flights," Song Yun joked with a cheeky smile.
Ye Qingqing gave her husband an unamused glance and said, "I wouldn't dare claim to be high society. Your net worth is much higher than this little lady's. Right now, I'm just working for you~"
